Tears subside,
hushed breaths draw ebbing tide,
soft virgin sands, un-walked and damp, shine.
A delicate filigree of silvery brine
brings an interlude where grief and beauty entwine,
gently swaying between now and then.
Thoughts of ‘remember when’
stir again.
Scattered far and wide,
bygones shimmer in rock pools,
scents on breezes ride...
elusive remnants of love
under bitter-sweet moonlight.
There is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs,
where troubles disappear in ocean’s sighs
and hopes return with happiness inside.
Where shades of blue, and rose hues coincide
to nurture promises of sweet reprise,
there is a place where reveries reside,
ensconced in time between the lows and highs.
A haven to reflect on love’s divide,
recall that smile, the twinkle of those eyes
with fondness, then let woven dreams arise
with threads of gilded memories to guide...
this is the place where reveries reside.
**For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit /Tanka/Rondel contest

Inner Struggle
is it the stars
on a cloak of midnight blue
or the moon beams
dancing through the canopy
that eases reality’s view?
the reflection
in the window pane
begs answer
for it’s tears, not rain,
that stream on the glass
silent cascades
bare the resistance
of approval
prayerfully awaiting
the dawning acceptance
All Rights Reserved @ 4/11/ 2013

The One
Lilies were lifting
white faces up to the sun.
I gazed up at him
as he leaned down to kiss me. . .
He - a white knight - was the one.
White - A Love Story
White was the blanket on which we lay
under the clouds of that warm April day.
White were the lilies perfuming the air.
How happy was I - my white knight was there.
Summer arrived; on sand gleaming white
we lay in the sun and kissed until night.
White was the gold of the ring that I wore
and bright like the love of the one I adored.
White was the dress I carefully chose
for our special day, and white was the rose
he placed on our bed, its sheets - white as milk -
were smooth like his skin and woven in silk.
White was the snow our first Christmas day
before all the whiteness got swept away!
In the dark casket, his face seemed so pale
as I bent to kiss my true love farewell.
At My White Knight’s Grave
into stone cold ground
his black casket was lowered. . .
snow fell all around
tanka/rhyme/senryu
Inspired by Anthony Slauson's Whiteness Poetry Contest

For Jared Pickett's Trois Par Huit.....Tanka.....Rondel Contest:
It is fall
and now I’ve tasted gall -
prefaced by a final kiss from you.
The moon, huge ball above that shines a golden hue,
seems a sign auspicious - but oh, that is not true!
Trenchant words you spilled; my heart is cleft.
I’ve wept (beyond bereft)
now you’ve left.
Dear, can’t you recall
how we’d thought our love would grow?
Your touch would enthrall
me through long days; moon’s warm glow -
Where did summer’s solstice go?
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
My heart is hollow now, but holds no light,
and autumn’s sky too soon will cast its pall.
Abounding love and sun are gone. How small
will be the days to come. How much less bright!
How will I ever find the wherewithal
to hold on through each coming lonely night?
In fragrant blush of June, to garden wall
I’d run, your sunflower smile in my sight.
How can I stop my mind from taking flight -
so lost in thought of when we had it all;
how will I ever find the wherewithal?

Lost
Do not look for me
while I'm writing poetry
I will not be here
Lost in other realms I'll be
beyond this land, sky and sea
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Lost
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 02/02/2016

Your honey of love
was made of fading flowers
drawn from distant place
Sense of nettle in palate
Vanished in Ageusia

Inspired by Andrea Dietrich's "That Ring"
Sorry for this word: Ageusia [uh-gyoo-zee-uh] is the loss of taste functions of the tongue,
particularly the inability to detect sweetness, sourness, bitterness, saltiness, and umami. : )

~Lost In Your Desire~
(Tanka)
Know you're in my heart
and in my head and my blood
Forever love you
that in this will never stop
feeling way I do for you
Since you came to me
I just fell in love with you
Thrilled with all this true love
that grows in me and stays strong
and nothing for me the same
Now I'm lost in you
You're voice is so seductive
Feel fire of your love
your hands are all over me
and now in your Love I'm lost
Burning in your fire
is your love that keeps me warm
one that keeps me sane
In the night my name you whisper
and just quench in your desire.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,14,2015